Then I start dwelling.
Then it gets crippling.
Then I have some kind of egomaniacal, vanity-driven, emotional breakdown.
Then I start getting mad.
Then I start getting furious.
Then I’m livid.
Then I pick myself up and make myself more awesome than I was before JUST SO I CAN SPITEFULLY SAY, “FUCK YOU” to my rejector flip them the bird, place my foot on their shoulder, kick them back down onto their dogshit throne, smack their protesting mouth closed, and move on with my life that’s way better now.
Don’t let people tell you to not be angry. Be as angry as you want. Just remember to make your anger work for you.